Cactus Songtext
von Frank Black

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Wishing that I had just something that you wore
I′d put it on when I go lonely
Will you take off your dress and send it to me?


I miss your kissing and I miss your head
A letter in your writing doesn't mean you′re not dead
So run outside in the desert heat
And make your dress all wet
Send it to me
I miss your kissing and I miss your head
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
Run outside in the desert heat

I miss your soup and I miss your bread
A letter in your writing doesn′t mean you′re not dead
So spill your breakfast, drip your wine
And wear that dress when you dine

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Wishing that I had just something you wore
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Wishing that I had just something you wore